"By all means," rejoined Quilt. When they were going home she asked her mother why she and Gwen and Alice had cried. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. He turned and shouted some orders to the Kanaka crew, then nodded to the sampan's coolies, who bore upon the sweeps and headed for the Sha-mien. The last thing that she remembered was her eyes crossing as she tried to focus upon the crunch of leaves as she lay heaving upon them, dampening them further with the outpouring of her sweat as it leaked from her clothing. What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point. For the first time he seemed to wonder what it might be that she had to confess. “You could have a talk to Miss Kitty Brett this afternoon, if you liked. “Morning, Mom. Only you seem to me since the time when I knew you in Paris to have changed—to have changed in some subtle manner which I find at times utterly bewildering. The whole was then fired, and in a few minutes the room was a blaze.
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